by Jim Stitzel | Jun 6, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 1 of 7 in the series The Clockwork DesolationSand blew through the broken glass and ticked against the metal skin of the clockwork mannequin behind it. Dressed in a tattered waistcoat, its gears and joints shrieked and popped in the dead air as it...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 16, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 7 in the series The Clockwork DesolationThe dirigible floats a hundred fifty metres above red dust and twisted metal. Engines that haven’t fired in a dog’s age are corroded and quiet, and the craft wanders the sky aimlessly, the shifting air...
by Jim Stitzel | Oct 16, 2012 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 7 in the series The Clockwork DesolationThe weapons bay is a shambles. Steamer trunks are strewn about the floor. Many are broken, lids gaping wide. Most of the trunks are empty, the ordnance they once carried having long been delivered to...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 4, 2013 | Stories
This entry is part 4 of 7 in the series The Clockwork DesolationThe book lies on a table. Its pages are torn, tattered. The ink is faded, in places almost nonexistent. What ink remains, however, tells a chilling story. On the left-hand page is a diagram, the chemical...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 9, 2013 | Stories
This entry is part 5 of 7 in the series The Clockwork DesolationThe encampment is little more than a desiccated husk. What remains of the few tents still standing are tatters of canvas flapping from poles bent and twisted by some cataclysmic event. Much of the ground...
